Den of Liars

King's Landing

The Lannister contingent of 400 riders came through the streets and the lion bared strong, leading the column was their leader. Loren looked on as the citizens of the realm are cheering his and everyone's return to the capital and the resulting end of the campaign south of the Stormlands. Coming home there was more news coming to the North as well.

Robb Stark, King in the North and of the Trident met his end at the Twins. Lord Walder Frey and Lord Roose Bolton had attacked and decimated Robbs forces during the night of Lord Edmure Tully's wedding to Lady Roslin Frey or Tully now. On a political matter this destroys any and all credibility with Houses Frey and Bolton, they will never be trusted again.

As for his own matters, he doesn't care and believes it had to be done for the Northerners to be put in their place; the lion will not bow to either wolf or stag. That isn't all it seems, in the wake of the northern and southern victory, his second brother was wedded to the young Sansa Stark to solidify Lannister hold on the North, a good thing to be sure and he imagined his brothers first night with her must have been rather, interesting.

Though more news had also come to light, his debt has yet to be paid against Cersei and that his elder brother, Jaime had returned home not more than four days prior to his own homecoming. A frown came upon his face for this, his greatest threat against his ambitions is here and he hoped that the shit would perish while in imprisonment within Starks camp. His own spies would speak to his allies within the secret faction he has forged although one ally is abroad.

"Commander?" He turned to a messenger bearing the lion on his breast. "Lord Hand has commanded you come to the Tower of the Hand and not the Throne Room as the King will command." He nodded rode on until he made it to the gates which openly. Soon enough the 'Kings' command came, yet he walked towards the Tower and up the stairs to his father's office, he was writing a letter and showing his brother a finely made sword. Jaime dropped everything and embraced him in a hug, tense and as uncomfortable as it gets.

"Missed you, little brother. It's been some time." Jaime greeted him in kindness, yet he responded that with much indifference.

"Same." He said coldly and walked past him and bowed once to his father before placing a gift before him, the flag of Storm's End. "The Stormlands are yours, father." His father looked up to him and gave a glance to the flag, then he gestured him to sit and for Jaime to leave with his sword. "I have thirty men and women, wards for his grace and you." He added once more.

"And the Lady Shireen?" His father asked after the trueborn daughter of House Baratheon.

"She is secure and held within the Storm's End, under a guard of course. Though I would suggest an idea, if I may?" He would put forth his first act before going on to others.

"And what would that be?" A small smile crept upon his face, over the years he had gotten much time to see when his father is intrigued and uninterested. And right now he is very intrigued by this matter.

"Tommen, he is young- Almost the same in age, father. What propose is to tie the last of Stannis's revolt into dust, marry Tommen to Shireen and name him Prince of Dragonstone, until Joffrey and future Queen Margaery have a son of their own." It must have been much to take in, that the proposal was a tall order, but the right one to stamp out any and all resistance against the claims despite their truthfulness. His father leaned back into his chair, thinking and staring at him like he was suspicious.

"To a more paranoid man, this would seem as if you have formed a faction against the King and the Tyrells... " He lifted his hands in a gesture at the Lord of Casterly Rock.

"Anything I do, everything... Is for House Lannister, for the legacy you have built."

[Hours Later]

He walked up to the Maidevault to meet with one of his allies, it was close to midnight when the Tyrell guards allowed him to enter into the chamber. He greeted the Lady of Highgarden who sat in her chair with not but one handmaiden to attend her. She beckoned him to sit down and so he did and waited for her to make the first movement.

"Well? Are things going ahead or not." She asked and he smiled and had the maid pour some wine, drinking it somewhat before setting it back down.

"The Mockingbird is taking too much time, swaddling the madwoman in the Vale. I commissioned a backup to make sure the Lady Tyrell has enough pull." He whispered so none would hear him. His sister or worse, the Spiders own children would whisper away. He sighed and smiled brightly, "I do hope we remain, good friends, I pray House Lannister and Tyrell be eternal allies in the conflicts to come." He toasted to her and the woman, the Queen of Thorns responded in kind.

He left soon after and went back down to his own chambers which are not too far from here, all with a smile on his face and Willhelm's feet echoing throughout the halls. Along the way, he hoped that his plans for himself succeeds at least in a decent fashion, first and foremost is to depose his nephew and then seat Tommen on the Iron Throne. The after that has been accomplished he will focus on marrying Shireen to the young boy, afterward he will deal with his father after hearing Jaime decided to remain in the Kingsguard bringing the Kingslayer to be the last on the list of people he will destroy.

Willhelm opened his chamber doors and he saw Margaery standing there, naked as the day she was born. It is a true shame he will be destroying her and House Tyrell's vision and working behind their back, but it's for his dream of a whole new world he will be building over the dead ideas of others.

"Been waiting for you to see me, Joffrey's attention was driving me insane." He kissed her to silence her complaints, she is here now and that's all that matters at the moment.

He unrobed her and brought her close, pecks of kisses being laced his and her necks as he gripped her hard. She in kind had ripped his vest right open and then his shirt, he chuckled and threw her onto the bed, unbuckling his trousers and letting them fall to the floor. Both naked and heated he jumped her and inserting his member into her wet folds, she moaned and bit back a loud groan lest someone might hear, she also scratched his back leaving six red marks, it was very arousing.

"Take me. Make me yours." He ordered and she did so, turning this moment around and straddling him. The heat and sensations became a lot to bear, but he was stubborn and bucked back hard and made her squeak in surprise. Wiggling her finger in a 'no, no' fashion before taking things slower once again, going up and down on him, soon enough he groaned loudly, a sign he was getting closer and she allowed him to take her from behind. His member being pulled out once she had also climaxed and he spilled himself over her backside.

He fell back on the bed and she followed behind, her legs ad hand wrapping around him. Heavy breathing was the only sound heard, that and little laughs here and there. An idea popped into his head, and he was smirking cheekily. He needs a wife from a powerful family and who else to ensure House Tyrell's allegiance to him than marrying the prized daughter of Highgarden.